علقته أسمرا حلو القوام وكم

لي من حديث هواه سر من سمر

I hung upon him, slender-waisted, sweet of flanks,

Many a tale he told me of passion and dark eyes.

مؤنث الجفن الا ان مقلته

تزري اذا ما رنت بالصارم الذكر

Feminine is he in his lids, yet when he neighs

His voice rings out manly, challenging, quick to charge.